For two years, Norman Einstein's Sports and Rocket Science Monthly was one of the best things on the internet, both for people looking for smart, unhurried sportswriting and in general. Einstein has been laying low since 2011, but a recent Kickstarter campaign for the Normanthology, a collection of the site's best work, has brought Norman back to life. We talked to founding editor Cian O'Day and frequent contributor Graydon Gordian about the rebirth.

Credit is due, belatedly and meh-ly, to both Augusta National and Condi Rice. They did, after all, break one of the longest-running and most embarrassing ass-backwards anti-traditions in sports. But did Augusta National's first female member really have to be a war-boner'ed former Secretary of State?

The late Tony Scott mostly made ultra-frenetic, high-gloss action movies, and made them very well. But he also directed one mostly lousy movie about baseball and one of the most memorable sports-related movie scenes of all time.

Josh Willingham has had an excellent season in Minnesota. However he hits, though, Willingham boasts one of baseball's foremost meat-compound surname. Here, for your consideration, are several of his meat-compound forebears, from Rick Eagerbeef to Al Turkee-Upforit.

After 44 years with the Boston Globe, Bob Ryan is retiring from the sports column business. He's leaving in good health and good shape; the job itself, though, is kind of hurting, and will miss him mightily.

Not to brag or anything, but we get press releases all the time. But one press release we had never gotten, at least before Sunday, was one announcing the casting of Metta World Peace as a "vampire boss" in a B movie. Thankfully, that has been remedied.

What is the internet for, if not to imagine a world more interesting than this one? In the case of the hashtag #DwightInLA, that meant coming up with a much different and much funnier Los Angeles experience than the team's new center will likely have.

Matt Stairs is a globe-trotting super-assassin, Pat Mahomes biography is a tough sell, Josh Reddick wants to fight you at the nu-metal show, Marlins management is wearing linen and getting handsy. All is more or less normal.

Ryan Lochte seems like a pretty epic bro, even by the usual standards for Olympic swimmer bro-hood. But it's tough to blame him for that, considering how hugely, unimaginably strange it must be to be an Olympian during the Olympics.

Baseball's trade-deadline season is all about speculation, which is fun enough. But with Ichiro on the Yankees, a world of horrible new possibilities has opened up. Yakkin' stares into the abyss, and the abyss smells like Nick Swisher.